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seungkw1 · 2 months ago

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heroes — chs [TEASER]

💿 heroes - david bowie 🎶

🪐 pairing: chwe hansol x gn!reader 🪐 theme: sci-fi au 🪐 teaser wc: 2.2k 🪐 teaser warnings: none, but the full fic will contain elements of horror 🪐 a/n: this fic is loosely based on the movie Alien (1979), one of my all-time favs!! and who better to star in it than our favorite Movie Guy™️ chwe hansol. i'm honestly having a blast researching and writing for this one, so i hope u guys enjoy it as much as i do :) p.s. release date is tbd, i’m gonna be v busy these next several weeks but i am hoping to post by end of may, pls bear with me <3

You’ve been Captain of the Atlas IV for five years now, so a months-long interstellar cargo haul like this one is standard work for you. But when you’re mysteriously woken prematurely from your cryogenic sleep-stasis to find yourself still in the middle of deep space, nowhere near your destination planet, it’s up to you and your Pilot to figure out what triggered the Emergency Revival System - before it’s too late.

hisssssss

Your brain begins to awaken as you re-enter consciousness. Somewhere in the back of your mind you recognize the sound of the sleep pod unlocking, signaling your long journey through the depths of space must be coming to an end - but right now the only thing you can think about is how dead you feel. Waking up after such a long, artificial sleep is always physically challenging, but nothing you’re not used to by now. You give yourself a couple minutes to lay there, still half-lucid, letting your body slowly readjust from the months-long cryogenic sleep cycle. You listen to the ambient sounds of the ship. The noise is loud, but low - mere background noise that you’ve grown accustomed to. The mechanical rumbling of the engine amidst the otherwise silent ship brings you a strange sense of comfort, a contrast to the usual chatter of the crew and beeping and blooping of machinery. You decide to take a few more moments to enjoy the peace and quiet before you have to get back to work.

Suddenly, you are flooded in the sterile brightness of the ship’s interior lighting as the capsule lid is opened - nearly blinding you even behind closed eyelids. You reluctantly open your eyes to, to see-

A face, staring down at you.

You jump a little. You blink a few times as you sit up, still processing the identity of the face’s owner. Then it registers: it’s your Pilot.

“Jesus Hansol, you fucking scared me.”

“Sorry, Captain,” he apologizes. He just stands there, upright, so still that he could be mistaken for a mannequin if you weren’t paying too much attention.

“Why are you standing over my pod?" you grumble, still adjusting to being roused so abruptly.

He looks at you, his demeanor calm as always - but based on the concerned look in his eyes, you guess he’s going to tell you that there’s a bit of a problem.

“We have a bit of a problem.”

“Yeah, I guessed that much. What-”

Before you can ask anything, he’s already spun around on his heels, making a beeline back to the cockpit. You stumble out of the pod and quickly don your coveralls before hurrying after him.

You enter the control room, its many processors and screens humming all around you. At first glance, everything seems fine - all machines are fully operational, no blinking lights, no alerts going off. Somehow, you find this more worrying than if all the alarms were blaring.

Hansol hovers over the main computer. You join him, stepping up next to him to get a good look at the screen. To an untrained eye it would be incomprehensible, but you could interpret the map in your sleep. You take one look at the coordinates and the issue is glaringly obvious.

“Shit.”

Your whisper is barely audible, but Hansol gives you a stoic nod.

“Yeah.”

You’ve captained the Atlas IV for five years now - you’ve been on so many of these routine, months-long cargo expeditions that you’ve stopped keeping count; every last detail of its operations is ingrained in your memory at this point. The ship is programmed to wake up the crew in stages upon entering a 0.5 parsec orbital radius of the destination planet (Pilot first, Captain next, and then the remaining crew), allotting plenty of time to communicate with the ground crew and prepare for landing.

However, the blinking blue light indicating the ship’s position is nowhere near the destination planet. It’s not even near any planet - you are in the middle of fucking nowhere.

The system is designed to wake the crew early if an emergency arises - a critical built-in safety measure - but there’s no emergency. Aside from the fact that you’re deep in interstellar space, there doesn’t even appear to be a minor issue at hand.

You look up at Hansol, who is patiently awaiting your response.

“Why was the Emergency Revival System triggered?” you ask hesitantly.

He stares at you for a second before responding.

“I don’t know.”

“And is anything malfunctioning? At all?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ve run all diagnostics twice - nothing. If there’s a problem somewhere, it’s undetectable.”

You grimace. Hansol lets out a sigh. You both know you only have one option here.

“Well, guess we better start combing the place. Find the problem ourselves.”

He nods resolutely. You head to the supply room together, gearing up in silence. You grab as many tools as you can carry - anything you might need to repair… whatever the issue is.

“Alright, I’ll start at the fore, you start at the aft. Take your comms - radio me if you find anything, no matter how trivial.”

You prepare to head out, but the silence filling the room stops you. You turn around to see Hansol, geared up head to toe with supplies, holding two pulse rifles. He extends one to you.

“Why-”

“Just in case.”

“We’re the only ones here, and everyone else is still in stasis. Who would I possibly need to shoot?”

“Nobody. But you never know what you might come across.”

“Hansol if there was anyone, or… anything else on this ship we would know about it,” you reply, but not confidently. You know he’s right. Weird shit happens in deep space sometimes - better safe than sorry. You take the rifle.

“Be careful, y/n.”

Normally if a subordinate addressed you informally, you would scold them. You have a good camaraderie with your crew, but you still demand respect. But you and Hansol have known each other for years - although you were never super close, you were still in the same class at the Academy. You did all your basic trainings together - and that kind of shit builds an unspoken bond. You wouldn’t necessarily consider him a friend, but truthfully you do see him as your equal. Being on a first name basis with him just comes naturally.

You give him a firm nod. “You too.”

He clips his rifle to his utility belt. “Meet you in the middle. Unless I find something first.�� He shoots you a playfully-smug grin. “Which I will.”

You roll your eyes, but you grin back at him. “Hey, take your fucking time, it’s not a competition.”

“I know,” he says as he exits the room. His voice echoes from the hallway. “But I’m still gonna win.”

[two hours later]

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you shut the large panel door. You’ve checked what feels like a million controls and systems at this point, but - frustratingly - everything appears to be in order. Still no insight into what’s going on.

With an exhausted groan you sit on the ground, leaning your head back against the wall. You grab your canteen and chug some water. This type of work isn’t hard, but it’s fucking tiring. Not to mention boring as hell. At least you have an old mp3 player to keep you company, but you’re still too alone with your thoughts for your liking. As level-headed as you normally are, your mind can’t help but wander, imagining every terrible thing that could possibly happen. You try to push those thoughts aside, knowing you’re probably overthinking it. But the worries still linger.

You close your eyes, zoning out to the sound of David Bowie’s voice in your ears:

I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

“Captain! Come in Captain!”

You jolt upright. You curse yourself, realizing you must have drifted off to sleep for a bit. It takes you a moment to process where the voice is coming from - but then you notice the red light of your comms lighting up on your wrist.

“Hansol, come in.” you reply, bringing your arm up to your face.

“Geez, I was starting to think something happened to you.”

“Sorry, was just taking a rest. What’s up?”

“I found… something.”

“What do you mean ‘something’?"

“It’s easier if you see for yourself. Meet me in Cargo Bay 7.”

“Roger, on my way.”

The large pneumatic doors to the cargo bay open with a deep whoooosh. The coldness of the hangar stings your face as you step into the freezing room. Hansol’s head pokes up from behind several rows of large crates, his breath visible in the frigid air. He waves you over to him.

“What is it?” you inquire as you approach him, but as you step around to where Hansol is facing, you see it. Along the side of the crate, where the door is meant to be sealed shut, is a large hole ripped through the multilayered titanium walls. The shredded-up metal protrudes outwards in a peculiar manner, almost as if…

You lean in to get a closer look at the busted door. Hansol’s arm instinctively shoots out in front of yours to stop you from getting too close.

“Be careful - we don't know what's in there.”

You give him a firm nod. You retrieve a crowbar from your toolkit, sticking it into the small opening. Hansol lifts his pulse rifle into position, pointing it at the crate. Slowly you heave the large door open.

The beam of your flashlight illuminates the crate’s interior. In the center of the crate sits a biocapsule - not unlike the ones you use to enter stasis during long journeys, though notably larger. The capsule’s exterior is fitted with several, heavy-duty locking devices that appear to have been inadequate, given that the glass lid is almost entirely missing, accounting for the thick shards of broken glass strewn all over the floor. Dozens of tubes and wires connect the capsule to various bizarre pieces of machinery, presumably keeping its former occupant in stasis or something of the like. But now, it is vacant. Whoever - or, whatever - was in there, is gone.

“Okay, this is fucking weird,” you say, turning to Hansol. “Live cargo isn’t even permitted on this ship. What do the logs have listed for this shipment’s contents?”

Hansol lifts his arm and activates what looks like a sleek wristwatch. The watch projects its hologrammatic display into the air in front of his face, featuring a small keyboard. He types in the crate’s serial number into the interface.

“Um,” he starts, his face remaining placid, but you can see the confusion in his eyes. “There’s no record of this container in the system.”

“Like… at all?”

He types in the number again, checking if he made a mistake. But the projected screen once again only says 0 results found.

“Nothin’.”

You furrow your brow. That should be impossible - crates go through two checkpoints to ensure they are registered correctly before they are even allowed on the ship.

“Search the lot number.”

He types AT-07 into the device. It brings up the general cargo bay information - shipments are sorted into different bays depending on the type of contents they carry.

“‘General Plumbing Equipment’,” he reads from the screen.

You let out a short laugh.

“Plumbing equipment my ass.”

“Yup,” Hansol agrees. “This has gotta be contraband.”

Despite all the weird shit that’s been going on, the man has remained cool as a cucumber the whole time. You’re reminded why you’ve hand-selected him to be your Pilot for the last six missions.

“So, we have no idea what this is or where it even came from.”

Hansol nods. “Affirmative.”

You take a closer look at the hole. Crude, jagged edges line the gashes where the wall was torn asunder. Worse, however - deep scratches lay engraved around the hole’s perimeter, distinctly made in sets of three; they look eerily like claw marks. It looks exactly like what you’d expect a titanium crate to look like if something large broke out of it. But, the impenetrable thickness of the walls renders the crate nearly indestructible. Whatever being was held here - it is capable of gargantuan strength.

“What could have possibly done this?” you ask - not necessarily to Hansol, for you know he doesn't know either. You really would rather not find out, but that doesn't seem like an option at this point.

Hansol stares into the bizarre crate, mind racing with theories and questions.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.”

You turn to face your Pilot. His demeanor is unchanged, but he looks undeniably concerned. As are you.

“Well. What now?”

Hansol gives a slight shrug.

“It's your call, boss.”

“Right,” you sigh. Being in charge of decision-making is something you've gotten very good at over the years, but it certainly is a burden sometimes.

A sudden few beeps resonate from Hansol’s wristband. He lifts his arm to read the notification.

“The rest of the crew is waking up now,” he informs you.

“Shit. We better go brief them on the situation.”

Hansol nods in agreement. He puts his flashlight back on his tool belt and pulls his pulse rifle up again - safety still on, but ready to fire if needed. You do the same, silently praying to any god who might be listening that you won't need to use it.

But you're not too optimistic about that.

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dpxdc-events · 22 days ago

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Danny/Tim (Dead Tired) Week

Announcing Dead Tired Week!

This event will run from July 6 through the 12 with prompts inspired by RomComs

Please tag any work with the hashtag #DannyTimWeek!

I hope you're excited. I know I am.

Prompt List:

Day one: Pretty Woman -Rags To Riches -Fish Out of Water Day Two: The Proposal/Just Go With It -Fake divorcees -Fake Dating Day Three: You’ve Got Mail -Enemies/Rivals to Lovers -Online meet Cute/IRL Meet Ugly Day Four: The Princess Bride -Mistaken Identity -Kidnapping Day Five: Red White and Royal Blue -Secretly Dating -International Incident Day Six: Bob Hearts Abishola -Florence Nightingale Effect -Cultural difference Day Seven: Crazy Rich Asians/My Big Fat Greek Wedding -Meet the Family -Identity reveal

#Danny/TimWeek #dpxdc event #dpxdc #Danny Fenton/Tim Drake

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suzukiblu · 6 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s winning theme is "interdimensional shenanigans".

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but please send them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tags smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon (( chrono || non-chrono ))

den mom Black Zero (( chrono || non-chrono ))

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin (( chrono || non-chrono ))

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees (( chrono || non-chrono ))

interdimensional whoring for Timkon (( chrono || non-chrono ))

snippet from “the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon”:

“. . . it’s, uh–it’s fine,” Kon says, staring up at him with that odd expression for a moment again before quickly looking back towards the hall ahead. Clark’s pretty sure that means the kid doesn’t want to admit it if it’s not, one way or the other, but can’t exactly blame him for it. He’s not the same Clark Kent as Kon’s, after all, and he doesn’t even know how long Kon’s been alive, much less who made him or how they treated him after they did.

If they were trying to make a full-grown Superman, though . . .

That definitely wasn’t something his other self was involved in, Clark thinks. And almost definitely wasn’t anything benevolent, either. So the fact that Kon turned out as the kind of person to throw himself in-between innocent people and a problem when he’s actively in trouble himself is . . . more than admirable, frankly. Clark doesn’t even know exactly what he’d call it if he were trying to sound normal about it, but in his head and in his heart, it makes him feel–proud.

He had absolutely nothing to do with this kid–that’s all on his other version and Kon himself and anyone else the kid knows in their own reality–but he feels it anyway. It’s just a borrowed emotion, something that belongs to some other version of himself, but . . .

Well. It doesn’t hurt to feel it for just a moment or two, he thinks.

#wip wednesday #meme #wip: the last son of krypton meets hypertime kon

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mymoodwriting · 16 days ago

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5.8k, Can't You See Me AU, high school setting, senior year, amnesia, subtle yandere behavior, mentions of psychiatric help, mentions of psychiatric hospitals, childhood trauma, repressed trauma, numb emotions, bleak outlook on life, teenage rebellion, sneaking out, mentions of unsolved murders, ghosts, childhood neglect, unintentional self-harm, blood, magic, head trauma, implied death

“Long time no see.”

It was the first day of your senior year of high school, and you knew a lot of expectations were on your shoulders. Over a week ago you had celebrated your 18th birthday, a milestone in your life that signified you were an adult, but you didn’t feel like one. You still had to graduate high school and even though you already had good grades, you still had to keep that up while juggling university applications. It was too soon in the year to be worrying about such things, but there wasn’t much else for you to do. While you were organizing your locker you were lost in thought, trying to make a plan until an unfamiliar voice interrupted you. When you looked over you saw five boys standing by your locker, all with smiles on their faces.

“Uh… hello, sorry, do I know you?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I’m not-”

The bell suddenly rang, cutting off the conversation. You didn’t want to be late on the first day, so you excused yourself and went on your way. The classrooms were always the same with no assigned seating, so you took a desk in the middle row next to a window. As the rest of your classmates came shuffling in you weren’t surprised that the seat next to you remained empty. You weren’t that social, so there wasn’t really anyone eager to sit with you. That was fine, it gave you more desk space and you could focus on your studies.

“Class, your attention, we have five new transfer students. Please introduce yourself, boys.”

To your surprise the strangers from before walked in and introduced themselves. No one really seemed to care, and the boys were told to take any empty seat. This time around you were a bit surprised when Yeonjun took the seat next to you.

“Hello again, sorry about the confusion earlier.” Yeonjun held his hand out to you. “Can we start over? I’m Yeonjun, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

You couldn’t help the smile as you shook Yeonjun’s hand. There was no reason to be mean or dislike him, it was all probably just some mistaken identity. It was best to start this year on a good note. Since Yeonjun was a transfer and new, he didn’t have any materials. You had no problem sharing your books with him as the day went on. When the lunch bell rang you packed up your things only to see Yeonjun and the others waiting around.

“It’s lunch time.” You explained. “I can show you where the cafeteria is.”

The group followed you as you went to the lunch room, getting some food and sitting with you. Usually you ate alone, so it was nice to have some company. They all properly introduced themselves to you, asking that you help them navigate this new place. You had no problem doing so, slowly becoming friends as the days went by. They stuck to you like lost puppies, asking about the school and suggesting you tutor them so they don’t fall behind. You always stayed after school to study in the library, and they joined you there too. A big table was always best as you could have all your materials present, and there were enough seats for everyone. Although sometimes you had to remind them to keep it down.

“I gotta use the restroom, be right back.”

Kai quietly excused himself from the table, and a while later another classmate of yours came over and took his seat. You offered them a smile, knowing you weren’t really friends, but the two of you weren’t strangers either.

“Hi, Misu.”

“Hey, I was wondering, do you think you could tutor me?”

“I’m kinda busy tutoring the new transfer students.”

“Uh… okay… then just let me know when you have time, if any.”

“Sure.”

Every now and then some of your classmates would ask for help, and you’d happily tutor them, but right now you had five boys to deal with, so it was best not to get someone else involved. Besides, Beomgyu made a sly little comment, saying the current dynamic was fine as it was for a study group, and a stranger would just throw it off. Thankfully they weren’t too much trouble with their studies, and gave you space too. Many times while you’d work on assignments during break they’d be nearby playing soccer or something. It was nice to have silent company like that, but you still had your own things to worry about.

The year wasn’t all that different than the ones before, you just actually had some close friends around. Although you still needed time for yourself to just breathe. You’d usually sneak away during a free period and go up to the rooftop. It was quiet, out of sight, and had a nice view. For the most part you’d just lay on the ground and stare up at the sky, zoning out. This time around you snapped out of it when you heard the door open. You glanced over to see who it was, rather surprised to see your new friends.

“How did you find me?”

“Magic.”

You chuckled. “Sure.”

Without saying much else all the boys laid down on the ground with you, all your heads forming a circle. It was kinda nice to have some company up here too.

“The weather is nice today.” Taehyun mentioned. “What are you doing up here anyway?”

“Nothing… just thinking…”

“Is something wrong?”

“… I’m not sure…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I don’t know… like, my life is okay, I’m okay, but I’m not really happy…” You said. “I feel like I was happier when I was a kid, but I don’t remember much of my childhood either… all I know is my parents got divorce and I was sent to a therapist.”

“A therapist?” Soobin questioned. “For what? The divorce?”

“No idea. I only know I went to a therapist cause I saw some letters for my mom with my name on it too that were from some children’s hospital. When I looked it up I saw the place specialized in child therapy.”

“Then, even if you don’t remember, do you want to know why you were in therapy?”

“Of course. Regardless of the reason, I eventually stopped going. I must have been cured or something, but whenever I tried to ask my mom about it she just avoided the subject.”

“I’m sure you’ll get answers soon.”

“Yeah, it should come back to me someday.”

❤❤❤❤❤

With exams right around the corner the school extended hours to allow for studying. They did it every year but you didn’t really stay late, there was no need, but this time around things were different. The boys asked you to help them prep, which meant late nights in the library. You had no problem doing so, you just needed to inform your mom.

“Hey, mom, I’m gonna be home late tonight. I’ll be staying at school after hours to study with some friends.”

“Oh, which friends?”

“They’re new. Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai. They’re really nice and you-”

“How did you meet them? Do you have any pictures of them?”

“No? Why would I have pictures of them? We haven’t really gotten together outside of school.”

“Okay… uh, that actually reminds me. I’ve been meaning to give you something.”

Your mom disappeared for a moment, coming back with her purse and rummaging around for a bit before giving you a business card. You looked it over, seeing a hospital logo and the name of a doctor.

“This wonderful lady is a therapist, and I thought you might go see her when you had a chance.”

“… a therapist…?”

“It’s your senior year, and with exams, I don’t want you getting overwhelmed and I’ve heard having someone to talk to could help.”

“Okay… I’ll go when I have a chance…”

“Good, just let me know.”

“I will. I’ll be heading out now, see you later, mom.”

“Bye, honey.”

Throughout the day you couldn’t help but think back to the morning and the card your mother had given you. It felt so sudden and out of nowhere, but then again she had a bit of a point. Once the day was over you looked up the hospital on your phone, but were interrupted by your friends.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been real quiet today.” Beomgyu mentioned. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, my mom was just acting weird this morning, and she gave me this card.”

“A card? For what?”

“She said I should go see a therapist so I don’t get stressed out over exams.”

“You’re not crazy.” Yeonjun said. “Why should you go to a psychiatrist?”

“It’s a therapist, that’s-”

“The hospital says psychiatry.”

“Huh?”

Yeonjun pointed at your phone and you realized what he meant. The hospital wasn’t listed as a regular one with a counselling department, but more of a psychiatric one. It did make the whole thing weirder, but you didn’t want to think too much about it.

“Either way, I told my mom I would go. Just to ease her mind.”

“What if you don’t walk out?”

“Kai.” Soobin hissed. “Don’t say that.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine.”

“Why don’t you skip the therapy and come hang out with us?” Taehyun asked. “You should come over to our place tomorrow.”

“Taehyun.” Soobin glared.

“What? We have a promise to keep…”

“What promise?” You questioned.

“We’ll give you the answer if you come.” Beomgyu teased. “So, what do you say?”

“Sure. We could study.”

“Awesome!”

The boys gave you their address, and that’s when you realized they all lived together. It made it easier to split the cost that way. Although after all that you told them to focus on their studies, as that was the point of staying late. Even if you’d all meet up tomorrow, it was important to make the most of today too.

❤❤❤❤❤

It wasn’t super late when you got home, but to your surprise your mom was up watching TV. She welcomed you home like usual, adding on a few questions.

“How was studying with your friends?”

“Fine. They just don’t like it.”

“You should bring them over some time.”

“Uh, well, the house isn’t meant for guests. That’s why I’ve never brought anyone else over… but they did invite me to go over to their house tomorrow to study and hang out.”

“Oh, and where do they live?”

“Hold on, I have the address written down somewhere.”

You found where to had written down the address and then recited it to your mom. The place wasn’t so far, and you had looked it up before. It was just a bus ride away that you didn’t mind taking. Although your mom had a very different reaction.

“You are not going there.”

“… what?”

“Tomorrow you are going to see that doctor I told you about.”

“I don’t- why can’t I go to my friend’s house?”

“Cause I said so.”

“You are being unreasonable!”

“I am your mother, what I say goes.”

“Then give me a good reason here.”

“Those friends of yours are bad news, so stay away from them.”

“You-”

The sound of your mother’s phone ringing cut the conversation short. You knew she had to take the call and wouldn’t be changing her mind so you just went to your room and locked the door behind you. There was no reason for her to freak out the way she did, but you weren’t gonna bring up the subject again. Tomorrow you were going to their house cause that’s what you wanted. You thought your mother would come check on you at some point, but you didn’t see her the rest of the night, so decided to turn in early. If you were really gonna go against her wishes you’d have to sneak out of the house in the morning before she woke up.

You knew her schedule, and working weekends were normal. She did get to sleep in a bit more, but just to be safe you got up and left the house before she usually woke up. You had never really done something so rebellious, so there was a new thrill with all of this. Since it was still early and the boys weren’t expecting you just yet you decide to get breakfast and buy some snacks. You’ve been out by yourself in the past, but it was nice knowing you didn’t have to go home after all this. After eating and getting what you needed you checked the address and found the right bus stop. You never minded a bus ride. It was a nice little way to shut off your brain and listen to some music.

When you got off at your stop you checked your phone, not wanting to get lost. Yet you made your way around this place with ease, as if it wasn’t your first time here. Eventually you made it to the house, stopping to stare for a moment. An odd sense of deja vu passed over you, but you quickly pushed it aside and went up to the door to ring the bell. Just from the outside you could tell the house was nice, and you were rather jealous all five of them got to live in such a cozy place. A moment later Soobin opened the door, welcoming you with a smile.

“Hey, glad you could make it, come in!”

Soobin stepped aside to let you in, calling out to the others to let them know you had arrived. Soon you heard racing steps, seeing Kai come down from upstairs and the others from other rooms. They all happily embraced you into a hug, incredibly overjoyed to have you there. Taehyun took the snacks you had brought, thanking you for them. Of course you figured this was a study session but the boys insisted it was too early for that and suggested you play some games first. They nagged and begged until you caved, then you were in the living room with a game controller in hand and beating them senseless. There wasn’t any bad blood but a lot of praise.

“How about we take a break and do something else.” Taehyun suggested. “Oh, I know, let’s make cookies!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Kai agreed. “We should have some cookie dough in the freezer.”

Next thing you knew you were in the kitchen with all the boys rolling up some balls of cookie dough. This was quite fun and cute, although it would be a while before the cookies were ready. So you needed to find something to do. You thought you’d go back to the video games, but another game was suggested.

“Why don’t we play hide and seek?” Yeonjun said.

“Hide and seek?”

“Yeah. The house hasn’t undergone any remodeling, so everything is exactly as it once was.”

“What does-”

“Let’s play!” Beomgyu chimed in. “Please, please!”

The others soon began cheering, clearly all in and just wanting you to agree too. Their joy and energy rubbed off on you, so you eventually caved. You played rock paper scissors till you had a loser and that person would be it, which ended up being Beomgyu. He was going to count to one hundred while everyone else found somewhere to hide. Nothing was off limits as far as you knew, so you just wanted to find a good hiding spot. Instinctively you went upstairs, turning and going into a random room. It was kind of empty but you noticed a bed, and got down to crawl under it only to find Taehyun there. The two of you began laughing quietly.

“How did I know you’d find your way here?” Taehyun commented. “I’ll go, you stay, and be quiet.”

Taehyun got up and ran out the room, going off to find somewhere else. A moment later you heard Beomgyu shout that he was gonna start looking. You put a hand over your mouth and listened for footsteps. It really was silly to play such a game, yet it was very fun too. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done such a thing. When you saw someone enter the room you held your breath, hoping not to get caught. Whoever was in here sat on the bed, bouncing a bit but thankfully you weren’t hit. Then all of a sudden it stopped and Beomgyu got down on the floor, staring straight at you.

“Found you!”

Laughter escaped your lips and you moved to get out from under the bed, wanting to run out, only for Beomgyu to grab the blanket and use it to trap you, wrapping you up in it and pinning you to the bed. He started tickling you and your laughter grew louder.

“Stop! Beomgyu! This is cheating!”

Eventually he stopped, but your laughter had attracted the others. When you got out from under the blanket you saw a pillow fight going on as the others attacked Beomgyu. This was so childish but you were all in, getting a pillow and smacking Kai in the face. Now it was gonna be you and Beomgyu against the rest. Although you had to cut the game short when feathers started flying, realising you might have broken a pillow or two.

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine.” Soobin assured. “We can clean up later.”

“Let’s switch to tag.” Taehyun said, throwing his pillow against Soobin’s face. “You’re it!”

The rest of the boys ran out laughing and you soon followed, heading downstairs and looking for another place to hide. You were thinking of the kitchen when an open door suddenly caught your attention. There was something about it that drew you in, so you stepped closer and found some stairs going down. This was likely the entrance to the basement, which would be a good place to hide. You found a light switch outside the door and then headed down, slipping on a loose step but you managed to grab onto the railing before tumbling down. You hurried down the stairs and made it to the basement, seeing it was rather dusty except for a book on the floor.

Even if it seemed new, the design of it was old. It was leather bound and when you opened it up you saw inscriptions in a language you didn’t recognize, and weird symbols as well. The first thing that came to mind was that this was some kind of spell book, but that didn’t make sense. Magic and all other supernatural things weren’t real, yet you kept browsing the pages. Then you made it to the last page, eyes going wide as you saw something written out that you could somewhat read. Your head started to hurt and you stumbled back, falling to the floor.

You were trying to process everything when you suddenly heard a child laughing upstairs, followed by rushing footsteps. The headache was subsiding so you got up and made your way back upstairs, keeping the book in hand. It was extremely quiet in the house now, making you nervous. Before you had a chance to call out to one of the boys you saw a little girl walk out of the kitchen, hugging a toy to her chest and looking sad. You were so confused, but then it dawned on you that the little girl was you, your younger self. Words caught in your throat and you followed her as she quietly made it to the living room and plopped down to play with her toys. This all felt so surreal, then you heard yelling from the kitchen, recognizing your parents’ voices. You were going to go investigate when you heard the little girl whimper.

She was hugging her toy tightly, clearly trying not to cry over the loud noises. Then to your own surprise a familiar face entered the room, going over to the little girl and covering her ears. The girl got quiet and looked up to see the boy’s face, seeing the smile he had. It made her smile in return, feeling less scared. He leaned in closer and carefully moved his hand away, asking if the girl wanted to go upstairs and play. She nodded and got up, holding his hand and the two went upstairs. You watched them for a moment before heading up after them. Just as you made it upstairs you saw them go into the room you had originally chosen to hide in. As you stepped closer you heard laughter, and when you stood in the doorway to the room a new sight was before you.

Five boys were gathered around with the little girl having a tea party. There were smiles all around, and everyone seemed to be genuinely happy. Then the scene before you would change once more. The boys were gone and the little girl was crawling under the bed to hide. You could hear her giggles, stepping closer and peeking under yourself. A moment later you saw one of the boys come in, looking around and eventually finding the girl under the bed. The two laughed and the girl tried to run away, but she was caught in the boy’s arms. He swung her around and put her on the bed, wrapping her up in a blanket and tickling her. They both seemed to be having so much fun, and then the others entered the room, starting a pillow fight. Of course they went easy on the little girl, but they were all having fun.

Feathers filled your vision and then things were different once more. Blankets and pillows had been arranged in a way to make a little fort, and inside the girl was listening to one of the boy read her a bedtime story. You could tell some time had passed as the little girl’s hair was longer, but the boys all looked the same. It was clear the girl had become close friends with them, but things weren’t right. While watching this scene you heard another voice, looking back to see a younger version of your mother in the doorway. She told little you that it was time to go to bed, but made no effort to help. Once she was gone the boy repeated her words, helping the little girl out of the fort so she could get into bed. She asked him to finish reading and he did, watching the girl sleep for a while.

The scene faded and the room returned to its plain state. You thought whatever this was had come to an end, but you heard a commotion downstairs. You rushed to find the source, seeing the little girl talking with her mother, clearly trying to understand what was going on. Then you realized what this was. The mother was trying to explain to the little girl about the divorce, about how mom and dad would be separating, and she wouldn’t be living in this house anymore. The words stung, but thankfully the weight of the situation didn’t burden the little girl. Instead she went off to the living room to play with her friends.

Everything seemed fine until the little girl brought up the divorce, asking her friends to come with her to her new home. You saw their smiles drop a bit as they heard all this. One of them took the little girl’s hands in his own, telling her in a gentle voice that they wouldn’t be able to go with her. She didn’t understand, but the news was breaking everyone’s heart. He told her that they were stuck in this house, it was their home, it was where they belonged. The little girl wasn’t getting it, but tears stung her eyes. The only real way they could explain it was telling her that it was magic. A spell that had been placed on them so they couldn’t leave home. If she left, they would not follow even if they wanted to.

The little girl cried for a long time, taking the hands of the boy trying to calm her and going towards the back door. She tried again and again to get them outside, but an invisible wall kept them from crossing the door’s threshold. Eventually the girl collapsed onto the floor, sobbing and claiming it wasn’t fair. All the boys had gathered around, asking her to come back inside so she wouldn’t be alone. It took a while but eventually she came into the house, the boys hugging her and telling her everything was going to be alright. The little girl didn’t want to leave, saying it over and over again, but the boys understood such a thing was out of their control. Then the little girl said something unexpected as she calmed her sobs.

“If… if magic… means you stay here… then… I… I want to make a promise… a magic one…”

The boys exchanged looks, having a silent conversation among themselves. There was some kind of conflict, but eventually they all seemed to agree. They took the little girl downstairs to the basement. You followed behind them, seeing one of the get a book from a hidden place. It looked just like the one you had in hand now. You watched as the boys opened up the book to a blank page and one handed you a pencil, telling you that you could write out your promise in the magic book so it would be kept. You already knew what was going to be written, and it made sense why it was hard to read. At this age the little girl didn’t know how to write properly.

“I promise…” The little girl spoke as she wrote. “To come back home when I’m a big girl, so I can play with my friends forever. If I forget my promise, I want my friends to come find me and remind me.”

Of course magic wasn’t that simple. The words on the page began to glow and the little girl screamed as she got cut by something. Her wrist began to bleed and blood pooled into her palm. She seemed to understand what to do, placing her bloody handprint onto the next page of the book. That was her signature, your signature, and then the little girl collapsed. The boys were going to tend to the little girl when loud footsteps were suddenly rushing down the stairs. You saw a younger version of your father panic as he saw his daughter unconscious and bleeding. You realized the book and the boys were nowhere to be found. Then the father was rushing back upstairs while calling an ambulance.

You followed behind them, heading back upstairs but you stopped short, getting a weird sensation and looking back. There you saw the boys down in the basement, one of them holding the book close to their chest. You didn’t dwell on that too long before going up, although instead of being back in the house you were somewhere else entirely. The plain colors and sound of machines soon let you know you were in a hospital. It only took a moment to see the little girl lying in bed, a bandage wrapped around her wrist and a heart monitor on her index finger. You slowly approached the bedside as she began to wake, but your attention was drawn elsewhere. You heard voices just outside the room, yelling in low whispers.

“Where the hell were you!? Why was she alone!? And how did she get in the basement!?”

“I don’t know! Nothing serious happened, she’s fine.”

“Fine!? She slit her wrist!”

“It must have been an accident.”

“I hope so!”

You stepped back when you saw the mother come in, seeing her sit at the bedside, smiling at her daughter who was now awake.

“Hi, baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine… where are we?”

“The hospital, you hurt your wrist. Baby, what were you doing in the basement?”

“Hm… I was making a promise with my friends.”

“Friends? What friends?”

“My friends. They live in the house with me. There’s Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai. They play with me all day.”

“… okay…”

“Can we go home now? I wanna let my friends know I’m okay.”

“Uh, not yet, baby. Just rest up okay, I’ll get the doctor to check up on you.”

You stayed with your younger self, but you could still hear conversations right outside the room. At one point the parents started talking about the five boys. The mother was worried about her daughter’s mental health, meanwhile the father said it was normal for children to have imaginary friends.

“What kind of imaginary friend gets you to hurt yourself!”

“If not imaginary then what? Don’t tell me you seriously think our daughter has been talking to ghosts?”

“I always knew something was off with the house, and I was right! You lied from the start, hid the fact that five boys were murdered in that house! To this day they’re still unidentified, yet you only cared about how low the price was.”

“I put a roof over our heads!”

“And now look where we are!”

“Our daughter is not talking to ghosts.”

“That doesn’t change the fact she got hurt! You were supposed to watch her!”

“As if you’ve been doing so great with her care too.”

“This kinda shit from you is exactly why we are getting a divorce!” The mother yelled. “I am not taking my daughter back to that house. The two of us will be staying with my sister from now on. I’ll go by to collect her things later.”

The little girl soon left the hospital with her mother, and you followed unwillingly. This house you did recognize as your aunts. You stayed with the little girl as she played with her toys in the guest room, asking her mother and aunt when she’d be going home, but they’d always change the subject. Then it happened, the little girl was taken to a therapist. Of course child therapy was different, but images, memories, almost seemed to blur together for you in that moment. Over and over again that little girl was told her friends were imaginary, and that she had to let go. She was returning to school soon, and it was better to make real friends. The therapy continued and moved towards the divorce. As to how she was feeling about the separation and what she was doing to manage. It was clear the memory of her special friends were fading.

“I don’t think your daughter was talking to ghosts, ma’am.” The therapist explained. “It’s normal for kids to have imaginary friends, and as you’ve seen, your daughter has made progress in moving past this phase of her childhood.”

“It still worries me… she wouldn’t know about the tragedy that happened in the house. I never spoke of it near her.”

“Perhaps she heard it from somewhere else. Even if the case was kept quiet, surely the neighbors would know of that house’s history. Someone could have mentioned such a thing to your daughter. From there her imagination could run wild. It’s not uncommon for neglected children to develop imaginary friends.”

“I did not neglect my child!”

“I am not making any sort of accusation. I’m merely saying, your daughter likely had imaginary friends to help her get through the divorce. Both of you were busy with that and didn’t spend as much time with her. She just didn’t want to be alone, and now she isn’t, so there’s no need for imaginary friends anymore.”

Now you understood why your mother freaked out the other day when you mentioned your new friends. She had heard those names before and she feared what that meant. You glanced back at the little girl playing with her toys, unaware of the things going around her. Suddenly your head began to hurt, and in that moment it all came back to you. All the years you had forgotten about, the memories you had lost, the friends you had lost. You grabbed your head and collapsed to the floor, then everything cut to black.

❤❤❤❤❤

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, sitting up and looking around. You found yourself back in the basement of the boy’s house, your old house actually. The supposed magic book was on the floor next to you, and you quickly grabbed it, turning to the last page. There you saw the promise written out and the bloody handprint. Your fingers hovered over the words, and you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Are you real…?”

“Believe me.”

You jumped slightly as you heard a voice, looking back to see the boys by the stairs, Yeonjun holding his hand out to you. In the moment all you could do was stare. After all these years they looked exactly the same. Not even a day older. The images of playing tag and pillow fights and having tea parties with them flashed before your eyes. That’s when the tears started to slide down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

You got up and hugged Yeonjun tightly, crying into his shoulder. The others gathered around you two, making it a big group hug.

“I’m so sorry I forgot about you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Sh, it’s okay.” Yeonjun cooed. “It’s not your fault.”

“… thank you… thank you for bringing me home… wait, but how did you… how were you at school?” You questioned. “I thought you were stuck in the house?”

“We are, but our promise allowed us to go outside as long as we were with you. After all, if you forgot about us we were supposed to go find you once you were older and help you remember. It was kinda like a loophole.”

“Now we can play forever!” Beomgyu cheered.

You laughed and stepped back so you could wipe away your tears. You nodded your head, letting Taehyun take your hand and lead you back upstairs. Now you truly remembered the house, glad to be in such a familiar place. You still had a bit of a headache, but Soobin said it would go away eventually.

“So… all these years… have you… just been waiting for me?”

“Time moves differently for us.” Soobin explained. “But yes, we have been waiting.”

“We were counting the days too.” Taehyun added. “I wish we could have been there for your birthday.”

“We have all the future birthdays to celebrate now.” Beomgyu cheered. “So it’s okay.”

“What do you want to do first?” Kai asked. “Anything is possible now.”

“I… I don’t really know…”

“Why don’t we just pick up where we left off.” Yeonjun suggested. “As if you never left.”

“I’d like that.”

“Good, cause I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

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dadfuckerfest · 1 year ago

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HELLO AND WELCOME TO FUN IN THE SON 2024!

You ever scroll through the dash or rewatch your favorite SPN episode and suddenly find yourself face to pixelated-face with someone's submissive and breedable son and think, Man, I'd really like to have some fun in that son?

Well, the bad news is we can't help you with that (sorry!) But for just five weeks this summer you can vicariously have fun in that son by smooshing his face with a beloved father/mother/parental figure!

The rules are simple:

~ For each Friday, pick a prompt (or more!) and post your fanwork(s) to tumblr (and optionally to the ao3 collection). ~ Make sure to mention @dadfuckerfest so we can share your wonderful work. ~ Open to all ratings, all fanworks, all sons, and all sorts of fun!

The prompts:

6.14: memory/prophecy/mistaken identity 6.21: solstice/heatwave 6.28: first time/reunion/in-between 7.05: on the road/in the woods/in the dead of night 7.12: voyeurism/discipline/WILD CARD WILD CARD: for any work that doesn't fit neatly within any of the other prompts!

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punkette1026 · 2 years ago

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Mistaken Identity

Summary:

Joel goes to pick up his son from school only to be mistaken for someone else and makes him question his future.

Had a dream about this the other night. It was way steamer but decided to make it a cute fluff.

Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, family

Baby Moon Series

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Joel sighed, tapping his steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the school bell to ring. Today was a special day as he got to pick up his five-year-old son from kindergarten. Normally you were in charge of the school pick up and drop offs, but you were feeling under the weather today and had called your husband who was out running errands to see if he could swing by the school and pick up Benny on his way home.

It’s not that Joel never wanted to pick him up or neglected to help out with the kids and school, but ever since his contracting company got asked to help with a major project in town, Joel had been extremely busy especially during the school week. He was always gone by the time Benny and Sarah had gotten up for school and ended getting home way past dinner time. Luckily for him, Sarah, who was now finishing middle school, was still up either getting ready for bed or finishing up her homework, so he got to spend some time catching up with her. However, with Benny, all Joel was able to do was kiss the little boy’s head and sit there on his bed and watch him sleep for a while. Which always led Joel to feel guilty about neglecting his son and threaten to quit the project so he could be home with him more. Per usual, you would talk Joel off the ledge and remind him that there was always the weekend, and that Benny would understand as he got older, that Joel was doing what he had to do in order to give him the best life possible. So needless to say, when Joel had moments like this to spend time with him, he took every opportunity he could.

It was now 12:30pm and like clockwork, teachers began to walk the younger kids out of the school to their designated pick-up spots. Quickly getting out of his truck, Joel made his way to the tree where Benny’s class usually gathered. He felt awkward standing there with a bunch of parents that he may have only met a time or two when he took Benny to birthday parties. However, as his eyes scanned the sea of kids, he spotted the dark bouncing curls of his son. It amazed him how much his son looked like him. Benny was practically his clone and he loved it. What he didn’t like though was how Benny was currently holding a little girl’s hand as the teacher lined them up. His son was too young to be holding a girl’s hands and he made a note to ask you about that later.

One by one each student was released to their respective parents until it was Joel’s turn. As school protocol, Joel took out his ID and handed it to a teacher that he hadn’t met before. He assumed that she was new, “Hi, I’m here for Benny Miller.”

“Benny Miller huh? Normally his mom picks him up. Are you his grandpa or something?” the red head asked him as she read over his ID.

Joel stood there stunned. That was a new one for him. Normally his age would come into play when he was around you as he was fifteen years older than you and people tend to not mind their own business and would ask you questions, but never had anyone mistaken him for anyone other than Benny’s father. “No, I ain’t his grandfather. “I’m his father,” Joel snapped and swiped his ID back.

“Oh Mr. Miller, I’m so sorry. I just…I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know Benny’s father was around. We…we never see you at school functions,” she stuttered. “B-Benny c’mon, your father’s here.”

Benny heard his name and his eyes lit up as he saw his father standing there waiting for him. “Daddy!” he screamed as he grabbed his Paw Patrol backpack and ran into his father’s arms. “Where’s mommy? Did she come too?”

“No buddy, mommy ain’t feeling well so she asked me to pick you up today. Are you ready to go?” Joel asked squeezing his son tight.

“Yes daddy. Can we get chicken nuggets, I’m hungry.”

Joel laughed as that was another trait that Benny picked up from him, “Yeah bubba we can get some. Now say goodbye to your teacher, so we can go.”

“Bye Miss Tina!” Benny said waving his chubby hand at her.

The red head who was still trying to recover gave him a wave back, “Bye Benny have a good weekend and you too Mr. Miller. I-I’m so sorry again.” Joel said nothing and just walked away shaking his head with Benny still in his arms.

By the time they got to the car and Joel started to strap Benny in his car seat, the five-year-old was able to pick up that something was wrong. “Are you mad at me daddy?” he asked with his brown eyes starting to swell up with tears, “Am I in trouble?”

Joel felt his stomach drop. He didn’t mean to let his attitude upset his son. Not after seeing him so excited. “No bubba I’m not mad at you at all and you certainly aren’t in trouble. Someone said somethin mean to daddy and daddy didn’t like it. You have nothing to worry about, okay. How bout we go get those chicken nuggets you wanted and play in the play place before we go home to see mommy?”

“And then can we play trucks before nap time?”

“Yes, buddy we can play trucks all you want. Now let’s go.”

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By the time the Miller boys got home, it looked like nap time was going to be a lot sooner than planned. Joel pulled into the driveway and when he opened Benny’s door, the poor boy was dozing off with his new happy meal toy in his hand. Gently getting the boy out of the truck and grabbing everything else that he needed out, Joel made his way to the door where you were already waiting for them. “Oh, my sweet boy. Go put him down and I’ll put the stuff away,” you told him as you took the bags from Joel’s hand.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you doin anythin if you still aren’t feelin good,” he asked you with concern in his voice. He hated it when you didn’t feel well.

“Joel it’s just a bout of morning sickness that’s all. Baby girl and I feel way better now,” you caressed his cheek. “Now go and then you can tell me all about what little man and you got up to today that wore him out so much.”

Joel nodded and walked off in the direction of Benny’s room. After taking off his shoes and jacket, he then placed the small boy underneath the covers of his Paw Patrol bed before placing a kiss on his head. “Love you buddy.”

By the time he had returned to the living room, you were already back on the couch with everything put away in record time. You watched as he took off his own shoes and jacket, placing them by the door, before he made his way over to you on the couch. He sat down with a big heavy sigh and leaned back against the cushion with his eyes closed still without saying a word.

“Alright Miller spill. I know when the wheels are turning in your head. You were only gone for a few hours. Did something happen with work?” you asked concerned as you ran your hand through his graying hair.

He sat there for a while longer not saying anything. It was like he was trying to work it out in his mind. He then opened his eyes and turned to look at you and with the smallest voice asked, “Does my age ever bother you?”

“What, no why?” You looked at him in confusion and moved the blanket out of the way to get closer to him. You had this conversation a thousand times before and usually you would tell whoever it was that brought the topic up to fuck off and move on. You never let the comments get to you and never did Joel, until now. You could see the pain in his eyes as he rubbed the growing bump of your stomach.

“When I went to pick Benny up, there was this red headed teacher there that I ain’t seen before. She asked if I was Benny’s grandfather cause she didn’t know if he had a dad since I haven’t been around much. I don’t know which comment hurt more, bein mistaken for his grandfather or not being present in his life that much. I…I guess both since I sat there at the play place today watchin all the other kids play with their parent’s, but Benny had to go in by himself cause my back wouldn’t let me. Then watchin him run around made me realize how big he got in the last month. I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

You were taken back by Joel’s confession. Normally it took a damn near FBI interrogation to get him to open up to you, so seeing him open up so easily led you to believe this weighed heavily on his mind. “Oh, Joel baby, c’mere,” you called to him pulling him into your arms. You then wrapped your arms around him so he could rest his head on your chest. “I’m sorry that happened today baby, but you have nothing to worry about. That dumbass Tina should have known better to ask you that because I have told her countless of times and even this morning when I dropped Benny off that his father was going to be picking him up today. Even for the last school party I made sure to include you in the conversation with her when you couldn’t be there, so there isn’t an excuse for her not to think that you are in his life. I wear my wedding ring when I go pick up him for crying out loud. As for your age, I’m so tired of everyone bringing that up. Who cares if you are 35, 50 or even 80 for that matter. Your age means nothing to me. You are just as capable, if not more, of doing things guys younger could ever dream of. You have your own company which gives us a very comfortable life, you have two going three wonderful kids, and a wife that is very proud to call you, her husband. I don’t know any guy my age that can say they have all three of those things.”

“But…”

“But what Joel?”

Joel paused for a second and moved so he could look at you in the eyes, “I guess I’m just having a hard time realizing that I’m going to be 50 and have another baby on the way. I already have a hard time keeping up with Benny some days, how am I going to keep up with our little girl as gets older. Shit I’ll be nearing 70 by the time she is graduating high school and I may not even be around to see her get married or have children. What if… what if…”

“Joel breathe baby, breathe,” you encouraged him feeling that he had an anxiety attack coming. “Everything is going to be okay. We have plenty of time to think about that in the future. Our little girl isn’t even here yet. Let’s just try to focus on that before we get ahead of ourselves. Besides you are going to be just as capable of raising our little girl just as you are still capable of running around and playing with Benny.”

You watched as your husband try to process what you were saying. It took a minute or two, but it looked like your words sunk in because his breathing returned to normal, and he looked at you with clarity in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess you're right as usual darling,” he chuckled a little. “I guess I just let my mind wander a little too much. Today just made me realize how much I missed being around Benny and I know we've already talked about it, but I am going to cut back at the site a little more and work not so many long hours. Tommy and the guys are more than capable of handling things when I’m not there. Maybe we can even do that baby moon thing you wanted to do before Benny, but we never got the chance to.”

“Baby moon huh?”

“Yes, a weekend getaway away from the kids, with zero interruptions, so I can relax and spend time with my ridiculously hot wife before our new bundle of joy gets here,” Joel then gently pushed you down on the couch and began to pepper you with kisses. “How does that sound?”

You couldn’t even form a response. His hands and kisses were touching spots that rendered your brain useless and all you could do was moan. However, before you could do or say anything else, you felt Joel freeze in place and groan. You were going to ask him why he stopped, but someone answered you.

“Whatcha doing?” a little voice came out from the hallway.

You turned and saw Benny standing there with some toy trucks in his hand. “Hey buddy, what are you doing awake?” You asked as you pushed Joel off of you.

“Daddy promised me that were going to play trucks. Can we still play daddy?”

Joel smiled and got onto the floor with a groan knowing his back and knees were going to be screaming later, but he didn’t care, “Yeah bubba we can still play. Come on over here. We have time before we have to pick up your sister.”

Benny ran over to his father and was about to hand Joel a bulldozer but stopped dead in his tracks. “What is it, Ben?” you asked.

“Where you and daddy about to wrestle like the other night?”

Your face grew red, and Joel let out the biggest laugh you had ever heard him make. That baby moon started to sound better and better.

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ineffablyruined · 7 months ago

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Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon: Master Post

For anyone who isn't aware, I'm doing a low-stress event open to everyone who wants to participate! I post a prompt every Friday and reblog all the poems, art, fic, pictures, edits, and any other creations that you all develop in response. I'm going to keep it up until the S3 premiere!

The prompts we've had so far are:

Week One: Eye Contact

Week Two: Wanting

Week Three: Fated

Week Four: Closed Door

Week Five: Mistaken Identity

Week Six: Unraveled

Week Seven: Whisper

Week Eight: Overheated

Week Nine: Renewed

Week Ten: Golden

Week Eleven: Lingering

Week Twelve: Stained

Week Thirteen: Confession

Week Fourteen: Guarded

Week Fifteen: In Secret

Week Sixteen: Sparkling

Week Seventeen: Aroma

Week Eighteen: Unfinished

Week Nineteen: Unbreakable

Week Twenty: PAUSE FOR HOLIDAYS

Week Twenty-One: Reflection

Week Twenty-Two: Memory

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rainbowfey · 9 months ago

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06 Mistaken Identity

@flufftober

Even before he could see the hustle and bustle, Tanjirou could smell the scent of the stacks of wood that were prepared for the bonfire, laced with the sweet and hearty smells of the many foods vendors had started selling hours ago already. When he got a bit closer, his ears picked up music and laughter, accompanied by a soft breeze that rustled through the trees around the village. Tanjirou smiled when he saw some leaves dancing through the air, shimmering red and golden while they tumbled to the ground where a thin layer of fallen leaves already covered the street. Tanjirou paused for a moment and took a deep breath, enjoying the myriads of scents that together gave autumn its memorable smell. And as much as he loved summer, the golden weeks of autumn held a special place in his heart.

While Tanjirou was lost in thought, his feet had carried him towards the harvest festival quicker than expected. When he looked up again, he saw the beautifully crafted wooden archway that marked the entrance to the festival. The sunflowers that grew beside the archway seemed to greet him with their gentle swaying and he smiled as he dove into the vibrant plaza that unfolded behind it. Even on regular days, this village plaza was rather lovely but for the harvest festival, the villagers had turned it into something that felt like Tanjirou had been transported to another world. The plaza bustled with people, all of them smiling, laughing, and chattering while they meandered between market stalls and small areas reserved for a variety of activities. From where he stood, Tanjirou could see vendors that sold fruits and vegetables, one of them even offering dango to the festival goers. His tummy started rumbling at the sight and he quickly turned his attention away from the vendors. He let his gaze wander over the crowds and after a moment, he spotted a familiar silhouette a bit farther into the plaza. A smile formed on Tanjirou’s face as he dove into the crowd and walked towards the figure.

“There you are,” he said happily when he had finally reached the boy that stood at the well that marked the center of the plaza. “What a good idea to wait here, that makes a lot of sense!”

The boy turned around to face him and Tanjirou beamed at him. Muichiro stared back at him, his face void of any emotion as he mustered Tanjirou. “Hello,” he finally said after a long pause.

Tanjirou felt a pinch of concern in his stomach as he registered Muichiro’s rather distant expression. But it only took a moment before it dawned on him. “Oh, did you have to wait for a long time?” he asked, slightly worried.

Muichiro stared at him before he slowly shook his head. “No,” he said after a pause and Tanjirou sighed in relief.

“Phew, good. I got worried there for a second! Now, how about we go eat something? My stomach has been growling louder than Inosuke for a while now!” he blurted out and before Muichiro had the chance to say anything, Tanjirou grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards a row of market stalls that exuded divine smells.

Less than five minutes later, Tanjirou bowed and thanked the vendor before turning around and balancing two paper plates with heavenly looking dango on them towards where he had left Muichiro. He was indeed still standing there, watching Tanjirou come closer with a slightly weird expression on his face. His gaze wandered to the dango and Tanjirou nodded to himself when he understood. Apparently, Muichiro was no big fan of one of the two kinds of dango he had bought for them but was too polite to tell him.

With a smile, Tanjirou held both plates out to him and said warmly, “I like both, you choose whichever you’d like to eat!”

Muichiro’s gaze wandered down to the dango, up to his face and back to the dango before he finally reached for one of the paper plates and hesitantly took it. “Uh, thanks,” he murmured, staring at the dango as if they had winked at him while Tanjirou had not been looking.

Tanjirou nodded satisfied and sat down on one of the benches that were scattered around the plaza. For a moment, Muichiro stood next to him, looking a little lost before he finally followed Tanjirou’s example and sat down next to him. Peacefully, they munched on their dango. Well, Tanjirou did at least. Muichiro on the other hand picked at them for a while before he took a small bite. He paused and for a moment, Tanjirou worried that he had erred and had chosen something Muichiro would not like. But then, Muichiro’s face lit up and he started eating the dango with the hint of a blissful expression on his face which made Tanjirou smile.

From where they sat, they had a good view at the stands that offered several different activities, such as shooting at small wooden discs in hopes of winning a prize or apple bobbing, an activity where willing festival goers tried to catch apple pieces floating in big buckets of water using only their mouths. Behind that, Tanjirou could see a bit into a part of the plaza that was reserved for the more traditional aspects of the harvest festival. If he squinted, he could make out part of the shrine where festival goers would sacrifice rice, sake, or other small foods in gratitude for the good harvest. In the open area before the shrine, a traditional Kagura dance would happen at nightfall. Tanjirou saw a few people busily scurrying around, positioning beautiful lanterns in a big circle and for a moment, Tanjirou saw his father’s smiling face before his inner eye.

A soft rustling sound made him look up. Next to him, Muichiro carefully folded the paper plate and looked around, most likely searching for a place to dispose of it. Tanjirou quickly got up and took Muichiro’s plate with a smile. “I’ll take care of it, no worries,” he said and ran over to the vendor from whom he had bought the dango.

When Tanjirou returned, his hands now empty, Muichiro was standing next to the bench again looking a bit lost. He stared into the crowd, a strange expression on his face, and Tanjirou followed his gaze. His eyes landed on a particularly big and colorful stand and he chuckled when he understood.

“You’re right, that looks fun! Would you like to do it before or after the paper plane stand?” he asked, looking at Muichiro expectantly who stared back at him with a blank expression on his face. It took Tanjirou only a moment to realize how obvious the answer to this question was. “Ah, sure. Save the best for last, am I right?”

Muichiro shrugged which was a less enthusiastic reaction than he had hoped for but Tanjirou took it as silent agreement anyway and grinned at him. He grabbed Muichiro’s hand, wondering only for a split second why Muichiro winced in surprise at the touch, and led him to the disc shooting stand. While he listened to the man explaining the activity to them, he noticed Muichiro looking around as if he was searching for something. Tanjirou followed his gaze and eyed the crowd before turning back to the man in front of him. And while turning his head back, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, he felt like he could make out a familiar silhouette somewhere in the crowd but that moment passed in the blink of an eye. Tanjirou shrugged and turned his attention back to the man who finished his explanation and handed him a blowgun.

“You go first,” Tanjirou said with a smile and handed the blowgun to Muichiro who stared down at it for a moment before he lifted it to his mouth and took aim.

In awe, Tanjirou watched as Muichiro hit one wooden disc after the other, missing only one out of a dozen. He cheered him on, shouting with glee at every single hit. Muichiro shot him a look, a rather puzzled expression in his eyes, and Tanjirou’s heart melted at the thought that Muichiro probably was not used to having someone cheering him on like this. After that, he put even more energy into his jubilance and when Muichiro set the blowgun back on the counter of the stand, he pulled him into a big hug.

“You did amazing,” he beamed at him when he released Muichiro from the hug. Muichiro stared at him with his eyes wide open and Tanjirou nodded quickly. “Ah, sorry, your prize! I’m sure you can choose anything!”

The man leaned over the counter and smiled at them. “Indeed. Good job, young friend!”

While Muichiro inspected the prizes, accompanied by the man praising each of them to him, Tanjirou looked around, trying to remember which way they had to go to find the paper plane stand. And when his eyes fell on the path leading towards the well in the middle of the plaza, he spotted a head bobbing up and down in the crowd. A head full of long black hair that ended in cyan tips, just like Muichiro’s hair. Tanjirou blinked twice and rubbed his eyes and when he opened them again, the person was gone.

“Weird,” he murmured before he turned back to Muichiro who had in the meantime chosen a smaller wooden blowgun as his prize. Tanjirou stared at his hair for a moment and asked himself whether he had just imagined the other person. After all, he had never seen anybody with hair like this before and Muichiro was standing right in front of him.

He quickly shook his head, trying to shake off the strange feeling. Instead, he looked at Muichiro who returned his gaze expectantly. “So, how about paper planes now?”

Muichiro stared at him for a moment before he finally said, “Why would I want to do that?”

The strange feeling in Tanjirou’s stomach grew as he struggled for an answer. Muichiro had been behaving distant all day long but since he was a rather dreamy person most of the time anyways, Tanjirou had not thought much of it. But in the past few years, he had gotten to know him quite well and Muichiro had gradually opened up around him. He had not been this standoffish with him in a long time now and even on bad days, the mention of paper planes was a surefire way to cheer Muichiro up.

“Because you love them,” Tanjirou said quietly, more to himself than anything, looking at the ground as if it could relieve him of this strange sensation that something was entirely wrong. And for some reason, his heart started aching.

“I do,” a soft voice said behind him and Tanjirou quickly turned around. His gaze fell on Muichiro’s face that now held a warm expression as he smiled at Tanjirou.

Tanjirou stared at him for a moment, his heart fluttering in a mixture of relief and confusion. “I … but you … weren’t you just standing there?”

And while he said that, he turned back around where Muichiro had been standing just a moment ago – and he almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Muichiro standing right there where he had remembered him to be.

“How did you do that?” Tanjirou gasped out, staring at Muichiro who returned his gaze entirely unfazed. “I didn’t even see you move!”

He almost screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That’s because I didn’t.”

Tanjirou stumbled a few steps backwards, rubbing his eyes desperately. And when he opened them again, he froze. Before him stood Muichiro, the small blowgun still in his hand. And next to him stood another Muichiro who looked at Tanjirou with a worried expression on his face.

“Tanjirou?” the second Muichiro asked and reached out for him.

Tanjirou felt the world spinning around him as he helplessly stared at the two Muichiros. “I think I … need to sit down,” he said weakly and while the Muichiro with the blowgun just looked at him, the other Muichiro quickly came towards him and put his arm around him, supporting his weight as Tanjirou’s legs gave in.

Muichiro shot the other Muichiro a glance and said, slightly impatient, “Mind giving me a hand?”

And with a shrug, the other Muichiro stuffed the small blowgun in his pocket and walked up to them. He positioned himself on Tanjirou’s other side and together, both Muichiros hauled Tanjirou to a bench where he gratefully sank down. He could still hear his blood rushing in his ears and he watched numbly as one Muichiro stood next to him, arms crossed, while the other hurried off and came back a moment later holding a cup with juice in his hand. He sat down next to Tanjirou and handed him the cup.

“Here, drink something,” he said softly, concern written all over his face. “That’ll help.”

Since he had no idea what else to do, Tanjirou did as told. He took a sip of the cup and when the cool juice ran down his throat, he finally felt his heartbeat calm down a bit. He tried to ignore the standoffish Muichiro and focused on the Muichiro sitting next to him. Just looking at his cyan eyes that were full of warmth made him calm down. When he looked at Muichiro, he felt the world fading away until there was nothing left but the gentle smile on Muichiro’s face.

Tanjirou reached for him hesitantly. “It’s you, right?” he whispered and sighed in relief when Muichiro nodded and intertwined his fingers with Tanjirou’s. The warmth of his skin anchored Tanjirou in reality and he took a deep breath. “But if this is you, then who is that?”

Muichiro looked over his shoulder to the other Muichiro and his face took on a displeased look. “That’s my twin brother, Yuichiro. Did he not tell you?”

Tanjirou stared at him with wide eyes when the puzzle pieces all fell into place. “You have – a twin?!” he gasped and whirled around to the not-Muichiro behind him who stared at them with furrowed brows.

“I do,” Muichiro sighed, sounding slightly exasperated. “Have I never told you?”

“No,” Tanjirou shouted, shaking his head violently. “I had no idea! I thought he was you!”

Yuichiro finally showed an emotion as he tilted his head and started to nod. “Now, that explains a lot. And I thought you were just some crazy person.”

For a while, they stared at each other, Yuichiro mildly interested while Tanjirou returned his look completely bewildered. He felt his face starting to feel hot as he thought back to how he had dragged Yuichiro along all day while not even realizing that something was wrong.

And suddenly, the silence was broken by bright laughter from behind him. Tanjirou turned back around and saw Muichiro shaking with laughter. “I’m sorry,” he gasped between bouts of laughter and squeezed Tanjirou’s hand. “This is just too funny.”

And while Tanjirou felt his cheeks blush, he returned the squeeze and a nervous chuckle escaped him. “Well, I’m just glad that I found my Muichiro now.”

Before he had fully registered what he had said, he saw a warm smile forming on Muichiro’s face. And when Tanjirou returned his smile, he knew that he had spoken the truth.

#flufftober2024 #day 6 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #tanjirou x muichiro #muitan #tanjirou kamado #muichiro tokito #yuichiro tokito #fluff #humor #hurt/comfort #autumn #fanfiction #writing

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avatarskywalker78 · 2 months ago

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Talk Shop Tuesday: do you have any current wips/ideas you're really excited to write?

Firstly one of several prequels to to my Thunderbirds fic 'star fall' - this one will be called 'recovery' and is gonna be set around five/six months before International Rescue officially launched and around four months after Gordon came home from the hospital, with Sheridan making an impromptu trip to Tracy Island with Tia in tow because she hasn't had much of a chance to see him recently (she was only given a month off from work the first time around). This time gets to focus more on the brotherly relationships as well as the friendships cos this time there isn't a high-stakes rescue involved and it's going to be very heart-warming and also funny (there'll be some angst because of the general circumstances but it's not gonna be the overall focus)

I've also got a Breath of the Wild fic idea that I'm thinking of writing for the Gen Work June prompt 'Identity'...but it's not to do with Link! Or not specifically him - instead his twin sister (and yet another OC) Lira, because I had the idea of 'hey, wouldn't be fucked up to look exactly like the Hero and even mistaken for him sometimes and yet you're not, yet you're always, always referred to as The Hero's Sister no matter how hard you tried to make a name for yourself' and it wouldn't leave me alone. I was hoping to get at least started in it this week but I'm still recovering from a bug and I've also only been playing the game for like. Three weeks. And while mostly it takes place a hundred years before not all of it does - Lira's also in some kind of stasis after being seriously injured during the Battle but I've not worked out the exactly details of how (she also thinks her brother's dead so it's another angsty one this), I just really like the idea so I'll write it.

There's also my Doctor Who 'God of Beginnings' who I theorized was The Oldest One in this post but long story short he's the one responsible for Ruby's creation - the multiverse and especially this particular universe have gone through a lot with the Last Great Time War and everything else, but when the Flux rips open dimensional tears and let's the Toymaker in to play havoc with the Doctor's backstory (before making it so that the rest of the Pantheon are let through) the Oldest One realises he has to act because this has brought a version of Sutekh back onto the board and the only way to give the Doctor time to retaliate...is to provide the God of Death with a distraction he won't be able to resist, that will prove to be his undoing-

Like a completely human person surrounded by mystery with no blood connection anywhere in space and time...

Talk Shop Tuesday

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @janetm74

#answering my asks #thanks for asking!#thunderbirds 1965 #breath of the wild #doctor who

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comicallybadwriter · 10 months ago

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ORRDDDERR UP

Slowly working my way through the prompts I can, and if that means skipping some, then that's okay!

Chapter three of We'll Do it All is up on A03 now!

If you haven't read the first two chapters, YOU DON'T HAVE TO (but I would appreciate it nonetheless)

The start of the fic !!

Thank you to @ineffablyruined for making such amazing prompts 💛

Chapter Three and Week Five 💛 Mistaken Identity

When Aziraphale heard Crowley’s usual shout from downstairs, he beamed and came down from the bedroom, “All packed then?” Crowley asked, leaning against the outside of their bricked fence. Aziraphale smiled and nodded, pulling a suitcase out with him, full of books of course.

“You’ll love Greece Angel, lots of people. Lots of food for that belly of yours.” Crowley pointed out with a wink, and Aziraphale’s smile faltered. Crowley wasn’t usually one to point out Aziraphale’s stomach, not unless they were in bed together, or he was feeling especially self- conscious.

#writing #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #text post #ineffable prompt a thon #fanfiction #fanfic #aziracrow #story writing

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tgmsunmontue · 1 year ago

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It's all academic darlin' PART 5/10

12k+ Hangster AU. Updating 2-3 parts per week and will be finished by 31st January 2024. (Each part is ~1500 words).

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

For the emails in this part (because bold (Bradley Bradshaw) and italics (Jake Seresin) aren't super obvious) the beginning and ending of emails are also marked with this: <>

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

The semester kicks off eight days later and Bradley is covering one of the freshman engineering courses for a colleague who has gone on sabbatical. Freshmen aren’t his favorite cohort of students, he prefers the more seasoned ones, the ones who have the end of their qualification in their sights rather than just starting out. Know how much blood, sweat and tears they’re going to have to put in to get the most out. His life falls into the usual rhythm of teaching-research-administration, with far too much administration for his liking, although he’s sure to stay on the good side of the engineering school administrators, who help make his life so much smoother in all respects.

He has a fairly fixed routine, knows it’s entrenched in his upbringing, like the need for all his plates and mugs to match. He has quiz night with his colleagues and some postgraduate students every week, and they never allow him to duck out unless he’s sick. He goes rock climbing at least twice a week, sometimes three times. Runs three or four mornings a week. Plays music to unwind and because it forces himself to switch off other trains of thought; has a jam session with others every month. Goes hiking every other week. Mav has started joining him at either rock climbing or for the hike. He’s started joining Mav at the hangar occasionally, either working on a bike or some other piece of junk (and no Mav, my Bronco is not junk!)

He has a meal box delivered every week on a Sunday night just before he usually heads out to Sunday night dinner with Mav and Ice. It’s meals for five nights, meant for two people. He just takes leftovers for lunch the next day except on the nights one of his friends comes over. He’s had a couple of long-term relationships and he knows Mav worries, but Bradley really doesn’t see it. Bradley likes his life. It’s over-flowing with friends and family. His job is interesting and challenging in equal measure. He’s well-liked and respected in his field, students from around the world want him to supervise them to do their own doctoral study, which is a huge compliment. He’s never had to put a relationship before work before, and while maybe with hindsight and the maturity that comes with age he was maybe a little insensitive about a couple of things he can’t go back and change things. He has his priorities and the people in his life know what those are. His hobbies and friends are important to him. His work is very important to him.

He doesn’t expect to hear from Jake, although realizes he’s a little disappointed that he hasn’t. After talking properly with Mav he wants to meet the guy Mav knows and not what he suspects was a heavily curated version, although he doesn’t think the version that Mav knows is really the real one either. He thinks about it occasionally, a little puzzle in the back of his mind that he cannot ask Mav about, because he for sure as fuck would jump on any sign of interest and shove him in Jake’s path (again!) and he’s fine with his dad not being involved the next time he goes on a date.

It’s a few months later when he opens his emails and spies the name Jake Seresin and it throws him a little, unexpected.

<>Dear Professor Bradshaw,

I recently read your article about the mechanical and tribological behavior of particle reinforced matrix composites, particularly those used in aircraft structures for the less weight to strength ratio, low wear rate and high creeping behavior. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind answering some questions around the physical and mechanical properties, specifically the pros and cons between silicon versus titanium composites and the potential microstructure evaluation.

I look forward to hearing from you at your earliest convenience.

Lieutenant Jake Seresin<>

… … …

Jake hadn’t known why Mav had given him the print-out of the journal article, he’d been too surprised at the time having someone waving him off as he deployed for seven months. A late deployment for reasons that were never explicitly explained but it’s what his orders were after he was physically recovered and undergone all assessments to ensure he was fit to fly. Some light reading material while you’re away… Mav had said, grinned, as he’d slapped the paper to Jake’s chest. Who even used paper these days? Trust Mav to print something out.

It had taken him a couple of read-throughs to get to the end, the first time it had put him to sleep, but he’s sure it’s because he was so tired. Although Characteristics Study of Physical, Mechanical and Tribological Behaviour of SiC/TiB2 Dispersed Aluminium Matrix Composite isn’t his usual reading material. He had a couple of questions though, had seen the email address for the first author and just thought… why not? He had nothing to lose. Besides, Mav has recommended him to be a test pilot, and while he’s never had an interest before, if he does get into testing it would be good to understand more. Mav obviously thinks he should know more, or he wouldn’t have given him the article.

So he shoots off the email, not wasting time with his actual questions incase the email goes to a dead-end and is never answered. He’s surprised he gets a reply within a day. Or what feels like a day on the ship, the rostered shifts making him lose time.

<>Hey Jake, nice to hear from you. Glad you liked my article, surprised you even found it to be honest. Happy to answer your questions though. Do you want to do this via email, over the phone or in person? I always find in person a bit easier when I'm explaining complex problems. I've got some really good hands-on examples I can show you, happy to give you a private tour as well.

Let me know!

Kind regards,

Bradley B.<>

Bradley. Another freaking Bradley. He wonders how popular that name is for him to have met another Bradley and now be emailing another one. Although he feels for this man, his parents naming him Bradley Bradshaw clearly wanted him to grow up and be able to take some hits. He reads the email a couple more times. It’s very familiar. Friendly. The temptation to shoot back an email brimming with innuendo is there, but he has no idea if he’s reading into something that isn’t there. He sits back and cracks his knuckles. This guy is a professor at SDU, there must be photos of him on the University website. Maybe that’ll help him determine how to reply.

It doesn’t work though. He gets plenty of pictures, even some of Mav’s son which is fucking weird, but there are apparently more people called Bradley Bradshaw than he thought, although Bradley Shaw seems to be Google’s first fucking preference. He narrows it down by adding further criteria and finally ends up on the staff landing page listing the staff with little professional photos beside each one.

Except for one Bradley Bradshaw.

Instead it’s a picture of a fucking rooster of all things. The little cartoon one from Moana of all things, which he will deny knowing the name of with his last breath if he needs to. What kind of person doesn’t have a professional picture up? Okay, this one obviously. It makes Jake think he might be fairly young, or maybe really old? Fucked if he knows. He reads the little blurb and does some mental arithmetic and figures he must be around 40, maybe up to 45. He frowns, wondering how else he can find information about his personality and then he has an idea. He’s never used it, but he knows about Rate my Professor and he jumps into it, wondering what kind of information he can find. Maybe some idea about the guy.

Prof Bradshaw is a very good professor, he cares about student learning. While I found him to be a tough grader, he was engaging and thought-provoking. He constantly challenged us and didn’t take any BS.

Dr Bradshaw tends to give pop quizzes, so stay on top of the material. I liked his teaching style.

Would it kill him to dress properly? Demanding but fair. Somehow a hardass and a soft touch at the same time.

This was a difficult class, some classmates really struggled through it. Professor Bradshaw seemed to care about all students and went out of his way to help. His tests are hard, but he gives clear understanding of what he expects. The material can be really overwhelming and it’s hard to follow it, but I think if I’d had any other professor I would have failed.

Great sense of humor. Terrible taste in clothes. And facial hair.

He clearly enjoys teaching this subject and he wants his students to enjoy it just as much, which sucks when it’s a compulsory and you actually don’t want to be there. Respect for him though because he still helped me pass.

Demanding but fair. Show up to class, read the course materials and you’ll be fine.

Knows his shit.

Having a professor who is fluent in asl was a godsend. He went above and beyond to help me with my degree. He’s now one of my doctoral supervisors. Awesome educator and amazing person.

I know we’re not meant to comment on looks, but Prof B oozes confidence, and that’s attractive by itself. A++

It’s that last comment that makes Jake grin slowly, think that this guy is maybe on the younger side.

<>Hi Bradley,

Thanks for the prompt reply. I know I'm no expert, but I'd really appreciate your time. I'm not currently in the country, so we’ll just have to deal with emails for now. We can talk about that private tour and hands-on example when I'm back.

Kind regards,

Lieutenant Jake Seresin<>

After he’s pressed send he feels a flush of unexpected embarrassment. That felt like too much. Unable to read the facial expressions, no idea if it was far too flirtatious, or just plain weird. He frantically looks for the recall button, knows he has about one minute to stop the message from going. He can’t remember where that particular setting is though and he stares at his screen. Okay. It’s fine. In his experience people who don't know they are being flirted with don't know. So hopefully there's no harm done. And if he gets a flirty reply? Well. He's okay with that too.

He doesn’t have to wait very long.

PART SIX

#Hangster #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #It's all academic darlin'

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bluejaysandblackbats · 10 months ago

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A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 12/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Twelve: CRAYDL

Conner looked around the airport until he saw Clark. “Dad!” Conner shouted. Clark ran to him, flashing the employee his ID. Clark embraced Conner and smoothed his hair back.

“Were you scared?” Clark asked as he looked Conner over.

“I cried a little bit when the plane went up in the air… But, it wasn’t so bad,” Conner answered sweetly, shrugging off the last remaining bits of anxiety. Clark crouched near Conner and held him tight before kissing Conner’s forehead.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You must be tuckered out,” Clark whispered. Conner nodded.

He held Clark’s hand and breathed through his nose. “Dad, where’s Mom?” Conner questioned.

“Picking up your surprise,” Clark answered, “Hungry?”

“Uh-huh… Wait… What surprise?” Conner questioned. Clark pointed to Lois holding a familiar little boy’s hand.

Conner looked up at Clark as if asking for permission. “His parents wouldn’t have sent him if it wasn’t okay. Go say hi to your friend,” Clark grinned. Conner released Clark’s hand, running to his friend at full force before picking him up.

“Bart, what are you doing here?” Conner questioned.

Thad swallowed hard as he wrapped his arms around Conner, squeezing him in an unusually intense embrace. “My mom and dad said I could stay with you for a few weeks,” Thad whispered, still unable to let go. Conner smiled, waiting until Thad was ready to let go. “I’ve never had a sleepover before. I’m so excited.”

Conner held Thad’s hand. “Now, we don’t have to stop talking early to log off. We could play until we fall asleep,” Conner beamed. Thad and Conner followed Lois and Clark to the car.

Thad looked out the window at everything. The buildings. The statues. The murals. It was so much on his senses, but he loved every moment of it. “Do you kids wanna get loaded fries and milkshakes?” Lois asked.

“At Do-Si’s?” Conner asked.

“You know it, sweetheart,” Lois answered. Thad chewed his lip as he turned to Conner, and he pulled something out of his bag.

“Can I take a picture?” Thad asked.

“Sure. And can I take one of you after?” Conner questioned in reply. Both boys giggled and made faces at the little camera.

At Clark and Lois’ apartment, Conner and Thad lay on the floor together watching TV and drawing pictures. Thad yawned. “Are you sleepy?” Conner asked. Thad shook his head. “Bart, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Thad replied.

“How’d you get better?” Conner questioned.

Thad sat up, politely crisscrossing his legs as he remembered the grueling process. “Someone donated their stem cells to me,” Thad replied. Conner cocked his head before sitting up to listen better.

“What’s that?” Conner asked. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really… Um, the person who gave me the stem cells had to get a shot every day for five days… And then, after they get their fifth shot, they go and get a needle put in them that takes their blood out and puts it back in, and it does that for a long time. Sometimes that’s uncomfortable. They can’t get up to go to the bathroom or anything the whole time… So, sometimes a nurse has to give them calcium through their blood in a bag, and it makes them feel better,” Thad explained, “But I had to stay in the hospital a little while longer to make sure it worked… And the other person had to stay away from a lot of people too, so they wouldn’t get sick.”

“How come?” Conner asked.

“‘Cause it weakens your immune system. If you don’t have healthy stem cells and someone gets you sick, you could be sick for a long time. And if you give stem cells to somebody else, your body has to take time to get strong again. But we’re both okay now,” Thad reassured Conner after seeing the distress in his eyes.

Conner took a shaky breath before kneeling forward to hug Thad. “I’m glad you’re better. I never forget to pray for you. So, I’m glad it worked. I don’t know what I would do without my best friend,” Conner whispered as he held a startled Thad in his warm embrace. Thad slowly reciprocated, overwhelmed by the amount of affection but not averse to it.

Thad wondered what it would’ve been like had he told the truth the first time. He wondered if Conner would’ve liked him the same. His lips twitched into a smile, but he wanted to cry. Conner released him and brushed his temple with his palm as if he’d forgotten something important. “Oh! Bart, I go to temple with my dad once a week, but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Mom said she’d take you somewhere fun if you didn’t want to go,” Conner explained.

Thad listened to Conner describe temple shortly after that, and he smiled at Conner’s expression. “Can I come and see?” Thad questioned.

“Sure! I’ll tell my dad,” Conner smiled. Clark entered the room.

“Tell your dad what?” Clark teased as he sat down on the floor.

Conner kneeled and placed his hands on Clark’s shoulder before resting his chin there. “Can Bart come to temple?” Conner asked. Clark nodded. “Is it time to go to bed?”

“‘Fraid so… We’ve got a big day planned tomorrow. And we’re getting donuts first,” Clark whispered, “Brush your teeth, and I’ll be there to turn out the lights and say goodnight in a minute.”

Thad woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and he reached into his bag, looking for his stuffed animal. “No… No, no, no—.” Thad started to panic once he realized Bart had his stuffie at summer camp when they decided to switch places.

Conner stirred, turning on his side as he watched Thad struggle for air, and he sat up once he was lucid enough to realize something was wrong. “Bart? Is something wrong?” Conner asked. Thad hugged his knees, hiding his face as he trembled and gasped for air. Conner climbed out of his bed and rubbed Thad’s back. “Do you feel sick? Is it your stomach?”

Thad shook his head. “It’s embarrassing,” Thad mumbled once he caught his breath.

“You can tell me. I won’t make fun of you. I promise,” Conner whispered. He stopped and squinted in the dark. “Did you wet the bed?”

“No,” Thad whimpered as he started to cry.

Conner climbed into the bed beside him, and he pulled him into a half-hug. “What’s wrong? I won’t laugh at you. I promise,” Conner reassured. Thad looked up at Conner as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I didn’t bring CRAYDL with me,” Thad confessed.

“What’s a CRAYDL? Maybe my dad could find you another—.”

Thad shook his head. “CRAYDL is my stuffie,” Thad mumbled. Conner softened and nodded.

“I know it’s not the same, but I can sleep in your bed tonight,” Conner offered, “I’m sorry you’re scared.” Thad tried to calm down, so he wouldn’t hurt Conner’s feelings, and Conner climbed under the blankets.

“You won’t be mad to stay here all night?” Thad asked. Conner shook his head.

“It’s okay. Try to close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere, Bart. I promise,” Conner reassured him. He shut his eyes, and patted Thad’s knee until he scrunched down in bed and closed his eyes. Conner lay on his stomach, and Thad lay on his back, letting Conner reach over his chest with a gentle but heavy arm.

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